Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-01-21
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Won't BE fit to- eat. Ri Let me take it:
I'd rather chop than see the pies spoil
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.ssp'iledl,a he cried who's maxim
these pies, Philura?" .: :s53 s#3
3 wouldn't want to swear that any
body was, says /.
You always make your pies tot
sweet, he went on, measuring out SUI,
gar by the teaspoonful. My mothe,
never used ysnllch sugar. ;'5
Then he T CURED in two teacupfuls OF
cider and Uolasses and a teacupful of
vinegar. He liked them real tart, he
said. is s %G,}h .1
Now for spices" says he. "Lemme
see She used to put in a lot otginger,
I remember" And thereupon the
whole two-ounce package was emptied
into the pan. "And cinna1non-ain't
we got any cinnamon stick?"
"No," says I, ''you say you don't
like it, = Fl
"Its best for pies, guess, but this
will d." whereupon the package Of
cinnamon followed theginger. ''Cloves
oh, yes! Where's the mortar m pes
tle?'' And he ground up a quarter of
pound of cloves and stirred themln
"Now, that's all but the raislns. O!
no, there's the apples And he show
ed i'll the chopped apple. '.Oh! yes,
bread. My mother used to chop up
bread and put it in.
"That was when she was short of
apples," remarked.
"Whos runnin' these pies?" he re-
peated. "Git me come bread, will
ye?"
brought the bread. and he pound
ed some up and he stirred it in.
Nov, l guess it's ready and he
began to ladle 1t into his under crusts
"Ain't you going to taste of it and
see whether it's right?': says I. Your
mother used to-
''rhst's So" says he, s'and so did
l, and want it good?"
He smacked his lips and tasted, but
noticed he didn't smack 'em the sec
ond time.
"You ought to set it on the fire and
cook it all together,"' l couldn't help
saying. "Why, what's the matter,
Jeremiah?'
The tears was chasing each other
down his hollow cheeks, and for &
minute | was real scairt.
There seems to be a leetle too much
ginger" he said, BLOWN his nose, ''but
I'l] fix 'em.'
Then he went to work putin in
more stuff. A cup more OF cider
molasses and cup more OF vinegar.
considerable pepper, but no salt, two
pounds of raisins. whole, and the con
tents of a bottle OF paregoric, | see
him put in. Then he went to the set
tin room closet and brought the bot
tie OF brandy / keep for sickness, and
put about half OF that into the mix
ture he was connecting. I looked
Mortified, indeed, for never use it in
cooking.
doctors say mince- pies ought al
ways to hev brandy in 'em to keep 'em
from hurtin' folks,' says he: II dou't
begruch leetle brandy in such good
pies as these"
Then he stirred up the whole mess.
My land! There was great chunks OF
meat, and great long strings OF it,
And such looking pan of mince meat
never see!
But said nothing as he went on
and filled his pies, and proceeded to
cover 'em. The crust had got so hard
and stiff he could scarcely roll it out,
but he finally got it down not much
thicker than the under-crust. With
out cutting any air-holes he covered
the pie, tucking in the edge where 1t
came over, and pulling it out where it
came short. Then his pies went into
| the oven.
lie insisted on building up an awful
| tire, and III g. few minutes the juice of
! his pies his meat was floating around
in an abundance Of molasses and vim
egar) came running out on the floor.
jeremiah bounded to the oyen-uoor.
He didn't look near so clipper as
| when he first began his PIES
III wish, Philura," say she, you'd
jest see here a minute. That crust
don't act we'll"
i should say not! The inside had
| riz up and was runnin over al! around,
| while a thick, leathery- looking sub
stance rose up III the middle OF it,
! burnt pretty near black.
who's ruunin' these pies. Jeremi-
! ah?' says I. "Iou didn't stick your
two crusts together"
wal, why didn't you tell me not
to begin with them?" he yelled; not
CWlC me With flt now
But went back to the settin' room
where was sweeping, and lett him tc
rastle with the pies alone.
But after awhile Hooked out. I new
er see q more detected looking Dict ure
or o more depressed man. His apron
had got twisted to one side, and was
all covered with -four. Great dabs Of
flour was on both sides OF his face and
his whiskers was jest dredged. The tears
he had shed had made water courses
through dirt and -four, and his express
SION, y my! words fail me. Hewas Jest
taking q pie out of the oven and set.
tin it on the table. He put the pan
OF mlnce-meat in chair to make
room Tor the next pie, and then he
took that out, the, liquid from it
| dripping all over him and the kitchen
floor. And if it wasn't q queer look
| ing pie! The crust had crawled up ii,
q roun dish heap in the middle, and
the inside was roaming about every
| where, as If seeking SOMEBODY to de-
YOUR it. My partner stood still (leav-
ing the oven-door open) and gazed
at them. Then he backed back
in a sorrowful kind of way,
and set right square down in his
pan OF mince-meat. He had had
it on the stove, and ir was bill
ing hot, and he yelled according,
! jumping an tearing around the room
| like mad. rushed out with some
dry pants and helped HIM on with 'en-
The first thing he did afterward Was
to take them two pies and march in
to the shed. Here be deposited 'em
IN the swill. barrel. Next he vent in